A breakthrough in DNA forensics has now formally linked
the murders of Geraldine and Pauline to the murder of Sandra Newton.
in July 1973.
So we are now actively trying to find
and apprehend a serial killer.
Hello, Mr Willoughby.
We're trying to solve the murders of three young girls in 1973.
Can I arrange for my officers to collect a mouth swab from you?
No chance.
50% of the killer's DNA would have been passed on
to any children he may have had.
He has a distinctive genetic marker which also would have been
passed on to any offspring.
- A marker? - A double allele.
My search could yield a shortlist of around about 50, say.
What do you think? Achievable?
*CREDITS*
Thank you, Colin.
So, these 13 names.
- None of them could be our killer? - No.
But there is a very good chance that one of them could be
a close male relative of his.
- What about the swabbing programme? - That's on hold.
Our thinking is, if we can't find the killer
cos he's not on the database,
let's use his DNA to see if his relatives are.
And this is the fruits of your labour?
They all share a rare marker in the killer's DNA, a double allele.
That got you down to 13 names.
We've started with Willoughby.
We're trying to build out his family tree.
Looking for a male relative that cropped up on your list.
And?
He has two sons, neither lives locally or is on the DNA database.
That's all we've got so far.
Shame we can't just grab his DNA.
Save a lot of faffing about.
We take it without a lawful pretext, the scientists won't touch it.
- Including Colin Dark? - Especially Colin Dark.
He has big but maybe valid concerns about DNA's image.
Doesn't want it seen as some sort of Big Brother tool.
God forbid.
Then why's he pushing this familial thing?
Well, it's unorthodox, but it's not unlawful.
Look, Willoughby's still our prime suspect,
and I want to focus on these 13 names.
More family trees.
Yeah, but working backwards until we hit on a male relative
that fits our parameters.
A lot of shoe leather when there's only the three of you.
I hope you know what you're doing.
Good luck.
Go on, then, spit it out.
Well, she's right.
There is only three of us.
There's must be another way to get to Willoughby.
- There has to be. - Phil.
I need you to have faith.
Stick to the plan, OK?
Going to get his lottery ticket as usual.
- You're very observant, Jan. - Nosy, you mean?
Observant.
Don't worry. It's his car.
Why doesn't he park it in front of his own house?
Only uses it once a week, I'd say.
Evenings. Tuesdays or Wednesdays.
Rest of the time, he walks.
Really?
- Tuesdays or Wednesdays? - Mm-hm.
South Wales Constabulary have had some
tough questioning after it emerged that they've been co-operating with
a Dutch psychic in their ongoing inquiry into the Llandarcy murders.
Superintendent Ray Allen denies they're clutching at straws,
and says they are prepared to consider any information
that might lead them to the girls' killer.
The murderer is undoubtedly a teacher
or someone who instructs others.
He is someone... that keeps a strict timetable,
and he will strike again very soon
but somewhere completely different.
Ya, in the city centre perhaps.
That's where we are, gentlemen.
That's what it's come to.
The press think they can do our job better than us.
Think we're short a psychic.
Two girls have died and this has become nothing but a bloody circus.
Right.
Let's show the bastards we're the ringmasters.
What's the plan, governor?
Well, we have to, er, retrace our footsteps.
Go back to the start. Re-interview all the key witnesses.
See if time has honed their recollections,
jogged a memory or two.
Suddenly the Dutch bloke don't sound so bad.
Right, you heard the man.
We go back to the start, every report, every statement,
we check, we double-check.
No stone left unturned.
Had you been to the Top Rank before?
With Pauline and Geraldine, I mean?
No.
She's been asked all this before.
I appreciate that, Mr Anwar.
Any other clubs?
She's 15, Mr Bethell.
She doesn't go to clubs, or hitch lifts or stop out late.
Understood.
That's why I fetched her home from the pub.
- And thank God I did! - And thank God you did, Mr Anwar.
Why'd you think she's got anything more to tell you?
She never even made it to the bus stop.
I can see your point.
Don't get me wrong. It's terrible, what happened.
My heart bleeds for those girls.
But I don't want my daughter dragged into this for no reason at all.
- It's not about being dragged... - Sita.
If there's nothing else, Mr Bethell. I'm sure you're a busy man.
We're going to do everything we can to find this man.
I promise you.
- You got a minute, Phil? - Aye.
Local intel, aka Jan Stiles,
says that Willoughby only uses his car once a week.
Tuesdays or Wednesdays.
What? Are we going to nick him for that?
- Sounds like a long-standing arrangement to me. - Huh?
- Assignations, Phil, assignations. - Willoughby?
He's not exactly Brad Pitt, is he?
Well, if I'm right, another woman could mean another set of kids
and that would tie him with our 13.
- Bloody typical. - What?
Well, one rule for us and another for...
What happened to sticking to the plan?
Parking Willoughby and focusing on the 13 names?
Call it a two-pronged attack.
Well, I think Jackie would call it something else.
Go on. You want to finish that sentence?
You're exhausting.
South Wales Constabulary are facing
tough questioning after it emerged they've been
co-operating with a Dutch psychic in their ongoing inquiry
into the Llandarcy murders.
Superintendent Ray Allen denies that they're clutching at straws,
and says that they are prepared to consider any information
that might lead them to the girls' killer.
- Where are you from, Mr Croiset? - Holland.
I'm something of a household name there.
Really?
I have astounded doctors and patients alike
with my psychic powers of diagnosis and healing.
- Not forgetting policemen, eh? - Indeed.
There's no beginning to your talents.
You're sceptical, Detective Bethell?
And you resent being my chauffeur for today.
It's OK. It's a free country.
Thank you for coming out.
Well?
Did he say if I'm going to make Chief Inspector?
Or are you going to get laid again this year?
You can run me home later if you want.
We're about to... erm...
Reach the spot where the girls were attacked. I know.
Their suffering has left a trace...
a residue...
which is as real to me as the toothpick in your fist.
He is aged
39 or 40.
He is... just under six feet tall,
heavily built...
with a broad mouth, brown hair
and a greying moustache.
He is...
a member of the local yacht club...
an exhibitionist who shows off by driving too fast.
His home...
is 15 miles north of here,
an isolated building surrounded by trees
and arrived at
through two iron gates.
Are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?
I spent the day driving around this so-called psychic...
from Holland.
Everyone treating him like some fucking VIP.
A psychic!
Some people think there's something in it.
Aye, gullible people.
Desperate people.
And he exploits them!
He sees them coming from a thousand yards, Ray Allen included.
It made me feel grubby watching him do his thing,
his fucking party piece, right where they died.
I'm putting in for a transfer.
Nothing can be worse than this.
I think that's a bad idea.
- What would you know about it? - Quite a lot, actually.
All we ever talk about is the job, or am I not supposed to listen?
You jump ship now, your card'll be marked.
It'll read as a disloyalty.
I'll take my chances.
And what about the murders?
Geraldine and Pauline?
Is that supposed to make me feel bad?
Saying their names out loud?
Man's still out there, that's all I'm saying.
Oh, there he is.
- Hiya. - Hi.
- Oh, hello, Jackie. - I thought I'd pop by.
I'll go make some more tea.
Great, thanks, love.
Thank you.
I, erm, take it this isn't good news.
Sorry, Paul, looks like they're pulling the plug.
We'll know for certain by Friday.
What? It's a shock to me, too.
Everything's so bloody squeezed.
Three other inquires have gone down this week.
- What happened to mid-January? - No-one's sorrier than I am.
Well, I beg to fucking differ.
You've run out of money in case you hadn't noticed.
You're all over every aspect of this case except the budget.
All right, OK, erm... Erm...
Look, are you saying that if I tighten the purse strings
- going forward... - No, I'm not, Paul.
- You want a stay of execution, you need a result. - Well, I...
Not a promising line of inquiry, a result.
And you need it now.
Goodnight, Paul.
Jackie...
I need to know something.
I need to know that you fought our corner
as hard as you possibly could.
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
Ta.
I'm sorry.
Seems mad to stop now when you're up and running.
Tell me about it.
I knew it'd end up like this.
Knew we'd never get him.
All that time and effort...
Jesus.
You what?
Nothing.
Talk to me.
I'm fine.
Well, that's not going to cut it.
That's not much better than "No comment".
Like you say...
it's hard to take...
that it was all for nothing.
Karina, look, I know I haven't appreciated you.
I didn't want appreciation, Paul.
You never got that.
I wanted... partnership.
Look, this isn't the time.
With respect, I disagree.
I think it's the perfect time.
For one night only.
Come on.
You were talking partnership.
No, I wasn't.
I knew the job came first. I got that.
And when we had Kelly, I knew it wouldn't really make a difference.
But then when the triplets came along...
I took a week off when the triplets came along!
You took a weekend off, Paul.
But anyway, that's not the point.
All we ever talked about at home was...
jobs and villains and the boys.
There you go.
I did include you.
No, you didn't.
I was just there, in the room.
When the boys came round on your days off...
putting the kettle on was the extent of my involvement.
You'd go into the other room and close the door
and whisper for hours.
And I knew I could never be a part of those conversations,
of course I couldn't.
But it wasn't that, it wasn't that that got to me. It was...
the way you excluded me.
Your cold manner...
like I didn't exist.
I'm sorry.
You didn't even know you were doing it.
It was just disappointing...
because we were always so tight...
such a duo...
such a unit.
Well, you asked.
Yeah, I did.
- Looks like you need another one, partner. - No.
My round.
You going to call Phil and Geraint?
Er, no.
No, I don't want to spoil their evening.
Blimey! That's a first.
You two in before me.
It's nowhere near a first.
Hey, we might have found something.
We had a good look at Colin's list.
Ran down close male relatives, just like we did with Willoughby.
- And? - Paul Kappen, 26.
On the DNA database after a conviction for petty theft.
Paul is the son of Joseph Kappen, who appears on our long list.
- Have we taken his DNA? - No.
But Joseph was interviewed in 1973
and his car was taped by South Wales's finest.
Look which bugger signed off on the hair and fibres report.
Jesus Christ...
The interview with Kappen was carried out by a DS Vic Jenkins.
Jenkins? I remember Jenkins.
Cover sheet says that Kappen's car was up on bricks
on the night of the murder.
Ring any bells?
Not to me.
Me neither.
Hang on, that cover sheet...
What about the interview with Kappen?
If it was typed up, it's missing from the file.
Just says he was alibied by his wife, Christine.
I'll check to see if Kappen's at the same address.
I wonder if Jenkins is still with us.
The old bastard might give us some intel.
Look what the bloody cat dragged in.
Still can't knot your tie, Bethell.
Hello, sir. Yeah.
Vic, old habits.
- This isn't a social call, is it? - No.
Well, you'd better come in, then.
Over on the Sandfields, wasn't he, Joe Kappen?
To be honest, we don't remember him.
Oh, I do.
Right, rinse and repeat.
I'll get his statement. You do the car.
Hi, good morning there.
We're doing some inquiries into the Llandarcy murders.
Do you mind if we have a look at your car?
Catch!
Joe's in the garden.
Can you fetch him in, Mrs Kappen?
- Everything all right? - Yeah.
Yeah. He just doesn't like to be disturbed, that's all.
Mmm.
Detective Sergeant Jenkins.
We need to have a little chat, Joe,
about those two girls that were killed in Llandarcy.
Put the kettle on, Christine.
Yeah.
If that falls, you're footing the bill, mind.
They know what they're doing.
Doesn't look like it.
So, why's it up on bricks, then?
Er...
I'm stripping the brakes.
Sit down if you want.
And how long's it been like that?
Up on the bricks?
Must be over a month, six weeks.
Christine?
That's right, isn't it? Six weeks?
Yeah.
Yeah, sounds about right.
What's the big interest in 1100s, then?
Who says we're interested in 1100s, Joe?
Dave Hoag.
He said that you were crawling all over his Austin first thing.
Got a witness or something?
- Strange question. - Stands to reason.
Next door has a Capri.
Next but one, a Cortina.
You're not bothering them, are you?
Where were you the night of Saturday, 15th of September?
We had a quiet one, didn't we?
Yeah. That's right.
Sat on that very settee, weren't we?
We were.
Doing what, if you don't mind me asking?
We were watching telly.
I see.
Any programmes in particular?
Oh, she's the one with the memory.
Erm...
It was The Generation Game.
Ah, and then Columbo.
And then the highlights on Match Of The Day.
But don't ask me who was playing.
Man United versus Everton.
I couldn't tell you the score, though.
I'd had a few, truth be told.
Do you follow football, Mr Jenkins?
Nah. More of a rugby man myself.
Well, er, if you need, erm, oh, what is it? Not an alibi, a...
Corroboration.
corroboration on the car, ask Dale in number 9.
- Who's that, then? - Well, he leant me the bricks.
Well, thank you both for your time.
Pleasure.
Thank you.
Right, we're off. Give her back the keys.
Thank you, Mrs Kappen.
He was odd.
First impression was...
wrong'un.
By the time I left, I thought he was OK,
like the normal way of sizing a bloke up didn't work on him,
didn't apply.
Is that why he stuck in your memory, do you think?
Maybe.
Your request that uniform follow up
on the bricks is in the file.
- Yeah. - But if they did, there's no record of it.
- Really? - Didn't you think to check?
- I mean, first impressions count, and you said yourself... - Hang on.
- you thought you had a bad feeling. - Hang on, wait a minute!
We had 200 suspects to process, or have you forgotten?
- We haven't, we really haven't. - I actioned a follow-up, didn't I?
- Yes, you did, Vic. - You action a follow-up, you assume it's happened.
You hear nothing back, no news is good news, nothing to see here.
Right on all counts. I apologise.
Detective Inspector, eh?
You were always a pain in the arse, Bethell...
but the type who seemed destined for great things.
What happened?
Ask me an easy one.
What about his wife? Any lingering impressions?
Just her reluctance to fetch him in from the garden.
What, so she was scared of him?
And surprise, surprise, she gives him an alibi.
Things were different then, as you well know.
A wife's word was enough.
Yeah, we're hearing that a lot at the moment -
- "Things were different then." - "They were different times."
They were.
Better times, too.
Let me know what Kappen has to say.
A phone call will do.
Once a prick, always a prick, eh?
Bastard.
Not now, Ger.
Christine Kappen?
Who wants to know?
Oh, sorry, er...
DI Paul Bethell.
Is Joseph in?
- Joseph? - Yeah.
We'd like a word, if that's all right.
Joe's dead.
Er, when?
June '91.
No, sorry, '90.
We weren't together then.
Er, do you mind if we come in?
Suppose.
So, back in '73,
you gave Joe an alibi for the night of the girls' murders.
Do you stand by that, Christine?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Now, you won't be in any trouble if you want to...
you want to retract it.
I don't.
Sure?
Joe and I were watching telly by there.
OK.
You said that, er, you and Joe had split up.
When was that, Christine?
1980.
He left me for another woman, so I divorced him.
And, erm, how old were the children then?
My eldest was just 16, so Paul must've been 14.
This DNA business...
I thought you had to...
Don't you need someone's blood or hair or something?
Yeah, that's right.
How did you get hold of Joe's?
We didn't.
It's, erm, your son Paul's DNA.
- Paul? - That's what led us here.
Erm, it's very similar to the killer's.
You mean...
if Paul hadn't been bloody stupid and taken what wasn't his...
this wouldn't be happening?
That's about the size of it, yeah.
"Very similar?"
Does anyone else...? I mean,
do other people have DNA that's "very similar" to this man?
They do.
But not many.
Her alibi and car-on-bricks story are definitely bullshit.
Proving it's another matter.
I called Colin Dark.
Told him to focus on Paul Kappen's DNA.
He's going to run a direct comparison with the killer.
All right. Good. What about the file?
- Anything here? - Maybe.
Kappen's name was first introduced cos he had an Austin,
but also because a local constable named Elwyn
said he was worth a look.
Here.
I always used to find kids picking their teeth out of the gutter.
I'd say, "What happened, mate?"
I already knew the answer.
Joe had clocked them?
Yeah. He was a bouncer.
First at Dusty's, then the Roxy.
When you say "kids", you mean lads?
Mmm, yeah.
So why did you think of him for Pauline and Geraldine?
The queue for the Roxy went right round the block, you know?
Joe'd come out chatting up the girls like it was part of his job.
The younger, the better.
When you say "picking their teeth out of the gutter",
you're exaggerating, right?
A bit, yeah.
Maybe tooth, singular.
Of course, his speciality was a right-fist uppercut to the jaw.
Traffic stop on Ferry Road, 1st of September 1973.
Austin 1100, light blue finish,
ARW770B, driver and registered keeper, Joseph Kappen.
- You are kidding? - A week after the murders.
So much for being up on bricks.
Right, he's coming into focus now.
The parents of both girls
said that they'd never get into a car with a stranger.
So maybe they were right.
They knew him?
They knew of him, I reckon.
Kappen was working part-time as a bus driver
for Green Line Transport.
Familiar face, respectable job.
He offers them a lift, they're not going to say no.
Ah! How was former constable Elwyn?
Alive and kicking.
Says Kappen used to beat up the kids he'd chuck out the Roxy.
Learned to spot his handiwork, a right uppercut to the jaw.
Here, same bruising on Pauline and Geraldine,
just where a right uppercut would leave its mark.
Christ, he really was a monster.
What that shows us is that Joe was still driving his 1100
a week after the murders.
See, I reckon he got the car up on the bricks
after the papers said we got a cast of the killer's tyres.
It was good prop - it worked.
But he needed you to back him up,
to lie for him.
And you did.
You're not in trouble, Christine.
You just have to tell the truth now.
He can't hurt you now.
Why?
Because he's dead?
You think that makes a difference...
after what I went through...
what he did to me?
When I turn out the lights, he's there.
When I come in from the shops, he's waiting for me.
I'm sorry, Christine.
If you want us to come back later, we can.
I, erm... I hate to be so pedantic at a time like this.
But, erm, there are things we need clear answers to.
OK.
Did he ask you to lie about the car being up on bricks
on Saturday the 15th of September 1973?
Yes.
You told us that you and Joe spent that night
watching television together.
Was that true?
No.
Did he ask you to provide a false alibi?
Yes.
Christine, we'll need your DNA.
We need to subtract it from your son Paul's.
I don't understand.
Well, it'll give us a closer approximation of Joe's DNA.
And in turn, that'll give us a better idea
whether he's the killer.
I'm sorry to speak so cold and scientifically
over something so personal.
Would that be OK, Christine?
To take your DNA?
Yes.
Can I be honest with you, Miss Anwar?
You have nine O-levels, five of them As.
I'm surprised factory work or, indeed, hotel work
is of any interest to you.
You sound like my dad.
He wanted me to do A-levels, just like him.
And why didn't you?
I don't know.
Well, that's not much of an answer.
I just want a normal job.
Not have to think too much about... everything.
And by "everything", you mean the future?
Are you going to give me this job or what?
Can you make a bed? Empty a bin?
'Course I can.
Sir?
Can you, er, gather the team together?
_
I have some bad news.
I can only imagine how, erm...
disappointing, how... crushing...
this will be after all your hard work.
But nine months in,
with no new active leads...
we have no option but to, erm...
wind down the inquiry...
as of now.
I'm so sorry, lads.
South Wales Constabulary has today revealed that after a year,
the investigation into the double murders of Pauline Floyd
and Geraldine Hughes has been wound down.
Despite mounting an inquiry of an unprecedented scale,
police have said they are no nearer to catching the killer,
and are therefore making the difficult decision...
I need you to collect some glasses, Sita.
Got a bunch of coppers in. Some sort of do.
Six, five, four, three, two, one!
They think it's all over! It is now!
Colin.
Hi, Paul.
Yes, this, erm, chap, Joseph Kappen, he's interesting.
OK?
Well, perhaps I should rephrase that.
He's very interesting.
So I, er, pushed Colin for a number.
He grumbled, obviously, and then he said 75 % -
as in, there's a 75 % DNA match between our killer
and our approximation to Kappen's DNA.
Which you arrived at via his kids?
Yeah, but it's not definitive.
75 %?
And that's before we factor in him owning an 1100
and living in the area.
75 % is bloody good, Paul.
75 % is a win.
Come on.
You know he did it, I know he did it.
We don't know, Jackie. It's an approximation,
on top of the fact that he escaped justice.
When we send someone away, how often do we know?
I mean for sure, 100 %.
Almost never.
Oh, you're right.
It's a result.
It's a win.
Joseph Kappen.
I think most people called him Joe.
- A local man? - Yeah.
Never heard the name.
Still, I suppose if the scientists are saying 75 %, then, er...
they must know what they're talking about?
Well, they do. They most certainly do.
A week after Geraldine died,
two of your colleagues called round -
"Put the kettle on, Mrs Hughes, we need to speak with your husband."
But Denver wasn't here.
So they came in and sat down right there just where you are now.
One of them had a plastic bag, and he put it on the table,
pushed it across and said,
"Could you just confirm that these are Geraldine's clothes?"
I put my hand inside,
and I didn't know what I was looking at
because they didn't look like clothes.
They were muddy and...
torn...
and covered in grass and twigs...
and stains.
Purple stains. And, er...
I was shaking, and I-I could barely get my words out.
But I asked them, "Is that her blood?
"Is that my Geraldine's blood?"
And they said...
"Yes, I'm afraid it is."
Just matter of fact, like...
it was just some unfortunate thing and that...
there was nothing to be done.
Thank you for your visit, Mr Bethell.
Thank you.
Of course.
You should go be with her, Denver.
Times like these, she likes to be alone, with her photos and so on.
You were kind to me that day...
running me home, and the way you talked to me, you know?
I'd seen something that no father should ever see.
The world stopped for me in that wood.
Just stopped.
And then I, er...
I had to tell her mother.
You want to ask me something, Denver?
No. I-I...
Yeah, I-I...
I don't know. I just...
The girls were fully dressed but a 100 yards apart.
And somebody said that Geraldine probably escaped,
broke free and almost made it home...
but that she tripped.
A branch, a root, or she just lost her footing.
That image, it flashed through my mind so many times...
the hope in her eyes.
Or... have I got it wrong?
Tell me.
You were there the next morning.
You know how to read these things. Is...
Is that what happened, Paul?
I can't tell you, Denver.
Not with any certainty.
And even if I did know...
what would it achieve?
I'd... I'd know, Paul, I'd know.
I mean, the truth can't be worse than my own fears.
Looking at where she was found,
it's likely that Geraldine probably did get away...
No, right, right, right.
Stop.
Sorry.
Stop.
Thank you.
What about, erm, Pauline's parents?
Have they been informed?
Yes, we're keeping them in close contact.
Right.
"If only."
The most dangerous words in the English language.
If only we'd told her to stop in that night,
and if only I'd gone to fetch her...
One man is responsible for what happened, Denver.
One man.
She won't like it,
not knowing for sure about Kappen.
And neither do I, if I'm honest.
I understand.
Go on.
Go and keep an eye on Jean.
Thank you for everything you've done for us over the years.
Mr Bethell, Sita Anwar.
Hello, Sita.
Er, you can get off, Phil.
Do you remember me?
Yes.
But not fondly?
You hid in your office the other day to try and avoid me.
Can I get you a coffee?
It's not the first time you turned your back on me.
No. The CID drink-up.
Celebration, you mean.
It's this fucking party.
What did you have to celebrate?
You didn't find the bloke!
The one thing you were supposed to do...
you hadn't done.
- There you go. - Thank you.
I didn't come here to berate you or give you a hard time.
So why did you come?
Ah, I don't know.
I can't talk to my husband, I can't talk to my daughter.
Why not?
Why can't you talk to them, Sita?
Because...
Pauline and Geraldine never had that...
family, children, someone to share their life with.
They missed out on everything.
Right, so you, erm...
You feel guilt about that, then?
Yeah, I feel guilt that I left them, yes.
But you didn't leave them.
- Your dad found you and took you home. - No, I left them.
I-I left them.
Can I tell you something, Sita,
in confidence?
Of course.
We have a very strong suspect for the murders...
who passed away in 1990.
Now, I can't tell you his name...
but his DNA
is a 75 % match to the killer's.
- 75 %? - Yeah.
Well, that's a big margin of error,
a 25 % chance the killer's still out there.
I wouldn't put it quite like...
You happy with that, are you?
Is that good enough?
Or was this just a "Seen to be done" thing from the off?
Best endeavours so everyone can sleep at night?
Sorry.
It sounds like you've made a real breakthrough.
No, you were right the first time, actually.
It's not good enough.
Hi.
What do I need to be 100 % certain it's him, Colin?
And a very good evening to you, Paul.
Erm, a femur... or a tooth.
I need Kappen.
*CREDITS*